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I Look At The World

I always look at the world in wonder
How do they maintain?
When everything from her smile to the mountains
Drives me insane

I'd say homie might live on the street
But also live on a beat
And I mean it's a little heat
She aint got a daddy but her daddy ride a caddy down my street
Pushing keys she just wants to delete

Four lines closer to salvation
I'm a ruler of this nation
Calling god to the startin line
So I can race em
And I wonder if my footsteps ring inside his head

I wonder if he heard the things I said
On my last prayer
Hands clasped
Clouds seperated
I swear he gasped

Truth hurts no matter the elevation
Proving nobody's above pain
But in the story the lesson resides
That we all should live today like our last

Angels are pulled quick from this world
Leaving us to wonder why the good die young
And the wicked paint signs
Leading us down the wrong path


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Cats Stealing Dogs Beds

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Cats Stealing Dog Beds

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A Poem of Life

I miss summer like that sun dress
Hitting the floor
Bunched up around your sand covered toes
Both of us naked in the water
You fall out of sight and I call for you
I don't want to lose you to these waves

So I don't look away
I never look away
As we sit around the fire
And you sip straight from the bottle
Those hips begin to sway
I'm breathless
With absolutely nothing to say

Because beauty comes and goes in my life
I hold to these moments tight
They tend to slip away
As time wraps his cruel fingers around us
And pulls us apart

There will come a time
When the water and fire are forgotten
And coldness has set in
All I remember now is your coat
Thrown furiously over the shoulders
And fading footsteps on hardwood floor

A Wine Advertisement

A simple sip
Brings flashes of glasses
Clinking
Falsetto smiles
Illusions dimly lit
Over a plate of gestures
Dig in
You should the..
You should try me

Hands underneath the table
A sentimental watch
Clasp
Unclasp
Does she like me?

Legs hugged by a favourite skirt
Heels that hangout in a far away place
Cross
Uncross
Does he like me?

He's out for a cigarette
She's staring in the bathroom mirror
He's thinking maybe she's the one
She's wondering if she's ready

Would you like another?
Perhaps?
Another glass?
Another chance at romance?